The country’s fiery liquid landscape shifts, on a massive scale. By Michael Dumiak Kristín Jóhannsdóttir woke at two in the morning, looked from her window over fields to the east, and saw curtains of fire. It was 1973. She thought the Soviets were coming. Then she wondered if there would be school the next day.
The country’s fiery liquid landscape shifts, on a massive scale. By Michael Dumiak Kristín Jóhannsdóttir woke at two in the morning, looked from her window over fields to the east, and saw curtains of fire. It was 1973. She thought the Soviets were coming. Then she wondered if there would be school the next day.
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